Thursday, February 24, 2011

I was upstairs putting laundry away the other day when I heard The Who blaring downstairs, and lots of laughter. I went down and found Logan and Jordan jumping on my bed, and having a great time. Jordan had turned on my clock radio, which is where the music was coming from.

After the song was over, I herded the boys out of my room. In a few minutes, I realized Jordan wasn't in the living room. But where was he? I couldn't find him anywhere. Then I looked in my room and saw two little feet at the end of my bed. He'd gone back in there and had become stuck in the space between my mattress and the foot of my bed. Silly monkey.

The best part? Now that he realizes he can get stuck in there, he KEEPS DOING IT.